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Date of issue: 13.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
Rattenkönig |
Plague times and wind of putrefaction |
Gutter belching rats by millions |
Brutal wave of squeaking vermin |
Babies devoured in their cradle |
Rats seemed to come all from the same place |
A putrid forgotten gutter’s bowel |
And in the middle of the nest |
Something as a crown |
A crown made of rats all linked by the tail |
One day a stranger came with odd tongue and red eyes |
His little rat’s eyes were shining with malicious intelligence |
Strangely looking |
Breeding distrust |
Covered with rats' furs |
Greasy whiskers like rat’s tails over his buck-like yellow teeth |
Deeply cold and malevolent hawking the plague message |
Stench of death and gutter smell follow his ugly path |
He seemed to be the only one not affected by the rats |
Some said they saw him speak with rats |
He who came from nowhere |
Soon people asked for help to him |
Ready to give the few they had |
The deal was clear he would get out the rats for free |
The condition is that he takes one child with him |
But none of the yokels wanted any child to sacrifice |
They decided another way to break the deal and never pay |
«Just let him kill the rats and we won’t give anyone…» |
They said «agreed» and gave him their word |
He looked at them and he promised at dawn rats would be gone… |
At night the villager hardly slept bitten by remorse |
Surrounded by the sound of his flute |
Monotonous and sullen… |
The stranger walked calmly |
His music following him in the night |
And the rats followed him near the lake |
Gazing at his complaint… |
Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said |
The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again |
And the morning after when he asked for the child |
None wanted to give his son |
Their plan was running on |
The rats were gone but the villagers expelled him with no child |
With the acid smile of betrayal on their hypocrite faces |
At night a feeble melody of sick complaint pierced the silence |
The stranger walked calmly surrounded by the sound of his flute |
And all the children followed him near the lake |
Gazing at his eyes |
Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said |
And the children broke the circle to walk to the silver lake |
The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again |